When a heart mends it doesn't let the same people in twice.

My dreams no longer include you, and that alone, brings peace to my soul.

Ive learnt the most about myself through the people and places i no longer visit, such an ironic exprience.The greatest lessons are from those we give the keys of our hearts to & trust all too easily; realising later on, they are just apart of this grande' story and not everyone gets to make it to the end chapter & happy ever after.

We all have a " someone " who we carry in our hearts sometimes for an entire lifetime. That one that just doesn't fully remove itself from your journey, reminded at coffee shops through scent and character of a stranger, or a song that you once shared. Years can go by without a thought and then one day you are reminded and it all comes crashing back. The one that could have been, the one that you never knew exactly how to say goodbye to. The one you wish to meet first in another life.

And I hope above all you give your heart to someone again no matter how many broken promises you have recieved.

So fucking fleeting yet you looked like the rest of my life. I was always creating rainbows and you we're colourblind.

It's still ok to dream with a broken heart.

A healing heart has no time frame.

You were my dream and I was just your fantasy.